I really wish
somebody could define 'growing up'. It seems how much force I put on myself to
behave mature it turns out to be slapstick. On one side I have these optimists
who yell their taglines. On the other, there are the people-the normal ones-who
just goes on with life as it arrives. They laugh, they cry, they solace, still
looking as awesome as the optimists. And I mean it.
